Tag Archives: Michael

3am and we’re in the car heading to the golf course a couple hours away. I don’t even like golf that much. Especially crowded golf courses. And this one is packed. When we arrive to the empty parking lot outside … Continue reading →

Today I met Uncle Max. Uncle Max is one of the more well known aboriginal personalities in Australia. He’s a tribal elder famous for performing his smoking ceremonies and blessing dignitaries and events all over the world. He’s smoked the … Continue reading →

Can I stay? I keep hearing from some of the locals that Sydney isn’t perfect. But for the life of me, I don’t see how it’s not. The weather is great. The people are fun and friendly. The setting is … Continue reading →

Today was the reason I got into advertising. Boats. Beaches. Babes. Bikinis. Artistic integrity. We took a yacht across Sydney Harbor to a secluded little sandy beach with a spectacular view of the city skyline. Our captain, with his pirate-like … Continue reading →

If you had ’1 day’ in the death pool, you’re officially eliminated. (I did see a shark today, but it neither killed nor ate me.) On day #1 here in Australia, I got a dose of Sydney’s hotness. The weather … Continue reading →

Sydney, I’m here. The final stop of the first leg of a three month journey. A grammatical nightmare, but that’s only half of it. So far I’ve survived sleep deprivation, the Rabbit (our suicidal driver in India), Delhi belly and … Continue reading →